The Taste Of Country Cooking นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she exclaimed. Giving her a disbelieving look, Jason took a spoonful from his bowl, his eyes broad in wonder. Everette quickly shoved a spoonful into her mouth to confirm, and after a second her tongue darted out to lick her lips. "It is surprisingly delicious," Everette confirmed. "Who knew I would prefer a broth made of heavy spices to the refined, light broth I am used to in Nashville?" Candice murmured around a mouthful "The spices are heavenly; it is so heavy and it lingers over your tongue like butter."

Though the porridge tasted bland, I can taste just how much love she poured while making this. There's a saying that goes 'what you feel while you're cooking is what your dish will taste like'. If a person is angry while he is cooking, the dish would turn bad. And if the person cooking is happy, the taste would be delicious. I just thought of that saying and mom was smiling at me. She didn't look like she was that surprised knowing my powers yesterday. 'What do they looked like yesterday?' I can imagine just how much shock they were yesterday. "…"

Even though I couldn’t even open my eyes or really yet move my body, my senses were on full alert. Meadow is here. Ben is here. Both are alive. Ben … nearly not so much. Huh. Not good. What is that god awful fucking smell? Nearly like death mixed with some kind of .. star anise? Tarragon? Oh I missed all the tastes of my mom’s garden. The smells just aren’t quite the same now that I can't taste them too. Some nights she has a late dinner and invites me over to help her cook. Being in the kitchen with her, wearing an apron and getting messy, just makes it feel like old times. But the cuisine unfortunately always has to be vegetarian, I can’t stomach the stench of cooking animal flesh.

I bit down harder on the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper. He crooked his fingers, finding that spot that made my vision blur at the edges. My hips jerked forward before I could stop them, chasing the pressure. A tiny, broken sound slipped past my lips. I turned it into a cough, then another, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. Lisa glanced over again. “You sure you’re alright? You’re sweating.” “Fine,” I managed, voice thin. “Just… the heat.”

She wasn't just preparing food; she was making a space where everything felt right. I never used to think much about food. But these last few days, something about the way she cooked made everything taste better. The smell of her meals—simple, homey things like stew, baked chicken, and fresh bread—hung in the air, and it felt like comfort, like security. I found myself eating more than usual, savoring every bite, not because I was hungry, but because it felt... right.

I looked for a word to describe the book I had yet to finish. "Interesting." I finished off with a blush. I prayed mom wouldn't notice my now redden face. I should've left my hair down. She holds out the spoon and gestures for me to taste. I run a finger on the spoon, the sauce covers it. I draw it to my mouth and suck in the delicious sauce. "Hmmm." I moaned, sucking my finger.

She always listened to country music with her father when she was very little. She took off her shoes and swayed her body side to side while bringing the tip of the knife a little close to her mouth, pretending it was a microphone. Nadia didn't really enjoy cooking that much and initially wanted to learn because she planned to be independent and not depend on her uncle for outdoor food services once she reached the US for her medical studies. But tonight she was in her element. Listening to west music and hearing the harsh downpour outside, repeatedly hitting the high window panes just made sense to her.

beef, chicken, pork with vegetables; peas, carrots, beans, broccoli covered in gravy, that's what I saw when I checked it and when I tasted it, I couldn't help but close my eyes and say, "Perfect!" I liked the taste of the gravy, rich and meaty, was the taste satisfied enough. My mouth watered, pushing me to take another bite. It makes Rana chuckle and says, "Even if you don't remember that being your favorite, your taste buds are still loyal to that taste."

"Don't worry, I'll take care about telling her that." "Chris—" Janice could not continue because Chris stood up. "I'm going to check on what Nica is doing in the kitchen." Chris said to them. Nica smiled at him as he entered their kitchen. Chrismith was mesmerised by her beautiful smile as she stirs the coffee that she brewed. "Try it. I hope you'll like it," she gave the coffee to him. "It's my first time making a coffee for someone." The young man inhaled its aroma, before tasting it while not taking his eyes off hers. "Tastes good!"

" I grumbled while passing the champagne flute to my twin brothers, Aaron and Ivan. "Hope." Ivan grinned in answer to me and tried the champagne. "No sparkling wine can compete with champagne." Devouring the taste of the fine beverage, he was relaxed. "What's the new taste?" Aaron said, lost in thought and I noticed that he was looking at Chase. "What do you think of Whitfield?" I asked, tasting some delicious champagne. Ummm!!!! It tasted heaven. Ivan was correct. Nothing tastes better than champagne. "They are pretenders." Roy interrupted.